<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:09.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells Unknown Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-2433626196029111195</id><published>2007-09-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:25:01.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharlene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYCWzc0qI/AAAAAAAAABA/ox4OlLMs8cc/s1600-h/Maple0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107389881175036578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYCWzc0qI/AAAAAAAAABA/ox4OlLMs8cc/s320/Maple0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only maple nowadays.. Omfg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEXy2zc0oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/11iDzM7Ze9w/s1600-h/DSC03185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107389614887064194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEXy2zc0oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/11iDzM7Ze9w/s320/DSC03185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My drawing.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEX9mzc0pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/usGJABef67Y/s1600-h/DSC03281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107389799570657938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEX9mzc0pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/usGJABef67Y/s320/DSC03281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats me and anu.. Sempena Hari kemerdekaan. Muhibah!! lols.. i think i got the spelling wrong but wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYdmzc0rI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZWjYWR6kDGk/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107390349326471858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYdmzc0rI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZWjYWR6kDGk/s320/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dog is Queen of Depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYuGzc0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wXDmLHkz-vQ/s1600-h/1_872485060l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107390632794313410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYuGzc0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wXDmLHkz-vQ/s320/1_872485060l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-2433626196029111195?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/2433626196029111195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=2433626196029111195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/2433626196029111195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/2433626196029111195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/09/sharlene.html' title='Sharlene'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RuEYCWzc0qI/AAAAAAAAABA/ox4OlLMs8cc/s72-c/Maple0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-6218456192302630460</id><published>2007-06-13T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:06:36.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'm tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in KL, I woke up very cold. Shivering if i remember. It was in the hotel sometime at 11am. My dad said maybe its the air conditioning. (yes i'm very weak againts the cold). When we went downstairs [daddy, erica and I ( mum was out doing some stuff)] by the lift I suddenly collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like seeing pinkish dots.. Then suddenly everything went black. I felt myself being dragged to the hotel lounge. When i was n solid ground then i started regaining my sight. I could hear everything just cant see. I really thought i was going blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hotel staff got me warm water and i felt much better but just very very very drowsy. Then i was lead to the taxi outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said I have low-blood (which i assume i inherited from mumsy) and food poisoning. They made me lie down on the examinatin bed and i was too spaced out to know whats happening. Suffering k? I was supposed to meet Kendrick and WeiKit In times square later that night but i slept until the next day (super waste of time if you're in KL if you ask me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went to Genting i wasnt allowed to go on any coaster rides. My heart is at risk of suddenly stopping. They didnt let me sleep at first afraid i'll go into a coma. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, now i'm alive and well , no? Back a school constantly being dumped by SiWei, Tracy (cherrleading) and Sarah (choir). I sprained my arm on monday night I think. I woke up with excruciating pain on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school mum brought me to that fella in Sentosa who is a sinseh (did i use that right?) and he was ignoring my screams and continued torturing me rubbing my arm. Pui.&lt;br /&gt;Well then he told me i didnt sprain it and i actually twisted and dislocated it or sumthin (he was blabbering to fast in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well i went to school with a bandaged left arm looking very sorry for myself (which i was, it IS painful.. sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all about my miserable aches and pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-6218456192302630460?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/6218456192302630460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=6218456192302630460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/6218456192302630460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/6218456192302630460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-tired-im-sick-of-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-8921081442873473916</id><published>2007-05-14T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:24:38.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'm upset.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so alone? So disappointed, so betrayed. So.. &lt;em&gt;uncared&lt;/em&gt; for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? Am i ugly? Do i have bad breath? Do i have some sort of rude behaviour? Why doesnt anyone want to get close to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs them right?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of loneliness is really so unbearable for me now. Nobody seems to care. I dont blame them. Maybe you felt that i didnt care or i didnt want to care. But really, why cant i get a chance to? I could care. I'm positive i could. I could care with every inch of my body would that make you just ask me, "How are you Sharlene?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that. I want to feel like someone wants to KNOW. At the moment, my wants seem so unimportant since i'm focusing on making ppl like me. Its so pathetic i almost want to slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I have Sarah maybe to talk to. The others seems so distant already ever since I went for the camp in Kedah. I really dont know why. I only get insights in their wonderful life by their blogs. Yep. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even confront them about it you know. Knowing her. She'll just say "fine larhh all my fault". I'm not being mean. i think keeping things to myself at the moment seems to be the Safe thing to do. And if i offend ONE more person, who knows what will become of pathetic ol me? Even more pathetic-er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dont they know i kinda sorta maybe abit like cheerleading? Why.. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her answer would be "i didnt know you wanted to go larhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my post now seems so, stupid so bitter. I find it stupid too. But its how i feel. Maybe how i feel is stupid right? Stupid me. Burden to everyone it seems. Such a strain to talk to me. I cry almost everyday now. I dont want anyone to pity me though i doubt anyone will. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so hurt and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-8921081442873473916?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/8921081442873473916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=8921081442873473916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/8921081442873473916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/8921081442873473916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/05/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-4811178319221863267</id><published>2007-05-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:34:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pandu Puteri Camp in D'Village, Ulu Tiram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim : To select guides to represent Johor in the International Girl Guide's Meet in Kedah oh the 27th of April until the 1st of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01312.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01248.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;represented JOhor Bahru district. The other two are from SIGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My report (as of 5th april-7th april 2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[was written in my note book i'm juz copying it here]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majlis Rejer Puteri Negeri Johor 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived here at 2pm. Pleace is resonably rugged and one would realise that one is gonna be forced to rough it our. Place is superly deserted in god knows where and i assume its ONLY used for camps.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01244.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm : Started off with rules and regulations read out. Introduction of who's who and blahs.&lt;br /&gt;We had tea of watermelon and popiahs.&lt;br /&gt;I ate about 8++ popiahs. Yes that was good popiah.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01246.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.10pm : Had more talks and Pn NurZaidah (Timbalan Pesurahjaya Negeri Johor) gave us a briefing on etcetras and uniform. blah&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.10pm. I'm so tired. we were told to get ready for barbaque tonight so everyone has to change into their pandu T shirt and track pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; barbeque =)&lt;br /&gt;Had barbeque of fried rice and chicken. WE were divided into 3 groups (only 33 ppl la what do u expect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01272.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01255.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01254.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6th April 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene woke up at 5.30am. OMFG. Had exercising whatevercraps Then changed into full unform and blah. Learnt how to do panji panji and i'm not gonna describe it here cuz i'm a lazy pagoda. Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01280.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to make a tripod out of 3 sticks and rafia strings&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt write anything for the rest of the days. But there was this War game where i had to be the General of the terrorist team and was hunted down by the Rescue team. I hid in a pit and was covered by leaves and my 2 bodyguards who had to sacrifice themselves for me. It was played in the middle of the night. 12am or sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back it was freakin dangerous and i couldve seen scary stuff since it was in total darkness. But i was busy trying not to get the water+shoe chalk balloon spashed on me to concentrate on the other on-goings of that camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandu Puteri Cawangan Johor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01261.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/DSC01240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a to-be Queen Guide from Segamat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-4811178319221863267?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/4811178319221863267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=4811178319221863267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/4811178319221863267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/4811178319221863267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/05/pandu.html' title='Pandu'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-8014999889979977065</id><published>2007-03-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:59:09.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there're life.</title><content type='html'>I tried this in class today since i was bored out of my mind not being able to talk much because of the massive sore throat. Hurts like shit but i have to attend school tomorrow cuz its Sarah's bithday. Whoopeedoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can try it if they want but if u rip the credits off i will chew your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i drew this empty comic strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/originalcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i told Sarah, SiWei and tracy to fill it in with words to complete the strip. This is what they came out with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/sarahsiweitrace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. And tadahh..~ this is mine. check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-8014999889979977065?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/8014999889979977065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=8014999889979977065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/8014999889979977065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/8014999889979977065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-then-therere-life.html' title='and then there&apos;re life.'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-1203237053397343624</id><published>2007-03-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:49:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Birthday and stuff to do when you're bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c230/sharsirah/thththLoveRaiN.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah's birthday is tomorrow, the 27th of March. Her birthday falls on the same day as Julian's. Hope you like my present Sarah dear. May this year bring you happiness. I know you're mourning over your Maple character but trust me that there's people out there who cares about you and is willing to help you any way they can. Its ok if &lt;s&gt;you watch porn&lt;/s&gt; you're blur sometimes. I love ya anyway. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-1203237053397343624?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/1203237053397343624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=1203237053397343624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/1203237053397343624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/1203237053397343624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/03/sarahs-birthday-and-stuff-to-do-when.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Birthday and stuff to do when you&apos;re bored'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-7446864429698263973</id><published>2007-03-22T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:50:13.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood : Broken.</title><content type='html'>is broken even a mood? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As maple is currently being a nuisance. I shall resort to blogging in this freshly made blog. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM16GQlOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2aOePlQFeIg/s1600-h/PBNMKBFAKIGFKLKMFHOKFNMGBBPBCBGGMEJABCDOFIDBALODLFNJOPLBNCCKIMGDICFAPDJGOGJJMCHDDJDKIIONPPGIHBDH.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044935279813933650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM16GQlOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2aOePlQFeIg/s320/PBNMKBFAKIGFKLKMFHOKFNMGBBPBCBGGMEJABCDOFIDBALODLFNJOPLBNCCKIMGDICFAPDJGOGJJMCHDDJDKIIONPPGIHBDH.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i holding a frying pan in this picture. Hmm.. well i usually hold a ski unless i'm training.As some of u may know. I have been hacked. I didnt realise it until we went to the bank and found out my 10 million mesos and my beloved 2 steelys are gone. I cant pinpoint the exact time the hacker came in but i think it was when i was in Thailand as faII3nang3lz told me. so now i'm broke only with the 1mil(or less) that lZangetsuI donated to pathetic ol me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM2LWQlOmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pDn_7-YgzwI/s1600-h/IHAKJILJFDOGBALADPNCLFDIPABBKGEHKBHNBLIJFEPFNCCCJFLINHHHMHMOHNJFHEHFHGNEOJKKJAAFEABPLDBGPNPAAPMD.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044935576166677090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM2LWQlOmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pDn_7-YgzwI/s320/IHAKJILJFDOGBALADPNCLFDIPABBKGEHKBHNBLIJFEPFNCCCJFLINHHHMHMOHNJFHEHFHGNEOJKKJAAFEABPLDBGPNPAAPMD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM2OmQlOnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGnZQ2n2-fM/s1600-h/KBMGHMLIMIBGBOJDEMMCBNLDNAGNGBKJLBLHCBDICPALBNDGLMKFLOHOLBAPLDGHMLLICEJEGFMPBHCGFOFKMJILCIKNFHPK.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044935632001251954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM2OmQlOnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGnZQ2n2-fM/s320/KBMGHMLIMIBGBOJDEMMCBNLDNAGNGBKJLBLHCBDICPALBNDGLMKFLOHOLBAPLDGHMLLICEJEGFMPBHCGFOFKMJILCIKNFHPK.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zan.......and....... fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u what. I'm the most pathetic blogger of all. While everyone uses &lt;a href="www.imageshack.com"&gt;Image Shack &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;Photobucket &lt;/a&gt;to store their pics. i upload them MANUALY meaning i upload them by blogger which takes AGES! I dont know why i dont start using Photobucket. Peh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently i've been doing alot of editing skins and creating backgrounds for friends. Really i think i enjoy making a blog than actually writing innit. I dunno. Perhaps a blog is for my future reference and i may one day look back and see how young and naive i was(or still am).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done stephanie low's and joel's friendster. find her at &lt;a href="mailto:stephanie_zhiyi@hotmail.com"&gt;stephanie_zhiyi@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ongyrs.blogspot.com"&gt;springsfield's bl&lt;/a&gt;ogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have siwei's friendster to do. Dont get me wrong. I love doing it.I'm not sure who else has asked me to do. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently at home. Its 10.11am at the moment. I'm very tired. Today i waited for&lt;u&gt; harveena&lt;/u&gt; to pick me up until 7am. I called her dad just to hear him stirring from sleep and waking her up and they decided she's not going to school. &lt;em&gt;Joyful Joyful.&lt;/em&gt; I hate it ya know. Teacher's beginning to ask me why i'm always missing school and no doctor's note. How will i explain? My class teacher thinks i'm abit messed up cuz of something i did once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday for BM lesson she showed us pictures of &lt;u&gt;stillborn babies&lt;/u&gt;. And she started describing ways of abortion. We were learning about this newspaper article that says&lt;strong&gt; 90%++&lt;/strong&gt; girls ages 13-17 in a state has admitted to having sex once or is sexually active. etc. And they conducted a survey in a school which showed that out of 887 girls. only one admitted to never having sex before. The results is shocking really. Seeing the pictures of babies and the&lt;em&gt; pains&lt;/em&gt; teacher described to us me and siwei decided we're&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;having any children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did u read in the news about this girl who&lt;u&gt; gave birth in school&lt;/u&gt;? She complained about having back pains and asked to be exacused from sports practice/sports day and went to the sick bay. She delivered her stillborn baby in school. She put the baby in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She just transferred to that particular school 2 months ago so nobody really wondered what happened to her. Nobody realised she was preggers as she was on the larger side. It was in the papers. The police have arrested her stepfather for investigations. I'm not sure if they have classified it as rape. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh why am i blogging so much about such gory things. Its really scary. Ah well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is resonably long enough dont cha think? not much pictures of me. I'll just test out pictures i took with my phone. Its very sucky cuz i took it in small size. Just testing photobucket out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patricks marching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Micheal cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Theresa Cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t80/strawberryhearrts/DSC00727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siwei's in front. holding the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-7446864429698263973?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/7446864429698263973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=7446864429698263973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/7446864429698263973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/7446864429698263973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-broken_22.html' title='Mood : Broken.'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-OKzxqGIaQ/RgM16GQlOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2aOePlQFeIg/s72-c/PBNMKBFAKIGFKLKMFHOKFNMGBBPBCBGGMEJABCDOFIDBALODLFNJOPLBNCCKIMGDICFAPDJGOGJJMCHDDJDKIIONPPGIHBDH.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-6837442750959944157</id><published>2007-03-22T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:54:23.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Quizzes and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 5px 5px 35px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; WIDTH: 440px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Strengths&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Weaknesses&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Friendliness - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Appearance - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Flirtiness - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Sense of Humor - 71.4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Financial Situation - 69.2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Selfishness - 72.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Vanity - 66.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Negative Reputation - 55.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 5px 5px 35px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; WIDTH: 440px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 430px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Strengths Explained&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 430px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendliness&lt;/b&gt; - Your friendliness makes you approachable and fun to be around. A wide circle of friends also works to your advantage on the dating scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt; - Despite what some will say, appearance matters in dating. You get high marks on appearance. Just make sure you balance it out with other qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flirtiness&lt;/b&gt; - Flirting is a good way to break the ice, and you are a pro at it. Being flirtatious will open up many dating opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sense of Humor&lt;/b&gt; - Guys are attracted to people with a good sense of humor. Be sure to put yours on display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Financial Situation&lt;/b&gt; - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid guys who are only interested in your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 430px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Weaknesses Explained&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 430px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selfishness&lt;/b&gt; - You think too much of yourself and &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; needs. You must learn to put your partner first and tend to &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanity&lt;/b&gt; - Learn to put a lower priority on looks. Appearance is, of course, important, but vanity is undesireable. The only people you will attract are the superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative Reputation&lt;/b&gt; - Your reputation may be working against you. Sometimes this is impossible to control, but try to counter-act it by presenting yourself in positive ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 430px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/" target="_top"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt; Latest &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/dating_sw_quiz.html" target="_top"&gt;Online Dating Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man writes to tech support for help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Tech Support: I am currently running the latest version of GirlFriend and have been having some problems lately. I have been running the same version of DrinkingBuddies 1.0 as my primary application, and all the GirlFriend releases I have tried have always conflicted with it. I hear that DrinkingBuddies will not crash if GirlFriend is run in background mode and the sound is turned off. However, I am embarassed to say I can not find the switch to turn the sound off. I have resorted to running them separately, and it seems to work okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GirlFriend also seems to have a problem coexisting with my Golf 3.0 program, often trying to abort Golf with some sort of timing incompatibility. I probably should have stayed with GirlFriend 1.0 but I thought I might see better proformance from GirlFriend 2.0. After months of conflicts and other problems, I consulted a friend who has had experience with GirlFriend 2.0. He said I probably did not have enough cache to run GirlFriend 2.0, and eventually it would require a Token Ring to run properly. He was right. As soon as I purged my cache, GirlFriend 2.0 uninstalled itself. Shortly after that, I installed GirlFriend 3.0 Beta Version. All the bugs were supposed to be gone, but the first time I used it, it gave me a virus anyway. I had clean out my whole system and shut down for a while. I very cautiously upgraded to GirlFriend 4.0. This time I used a SCSI probe first and installed the virus-protection program. It worked okay for a while until I discovered that GirlFriend 1.0 was still in my system. I tried running GirlFriend 1.0 again with GirlFriend 4.0 still installed, but GirlFriend 4.0 has a feature I didn't know about that automatically senses the presence of any other version of GirlFriend and communicates with it in some way, resulting in the immediate removal of both versions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The version I have now works pretty well, but there are still some problems. Like all versions of GirlFriend, it is written in some obscure language I cannot understand, much less reprogram. Frankly, I think there is too much attention paid to the look and feel rather than the desired functionality. Also, to get the best connections with your hardware, you usually have to use gold-plated contacts. In addition, I have never liked how GirlFriend is totally object oriented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year ago, afriend of mine upgraded his version of GirlFriend to GirlFriend Plus 1.0, which is a terminate and Stay Resident version of GirlFriend. He discovered that GirlFriend Plus 1.0 expires within a year if you do not upgrade to Fiancee 1.0. So he did, but soon after that, he had to upgrade to Wife1.0, which he describes as a huge resource hog. It has taken up all his space, so he connot load anything else. And although he did not ask for it, Wife 1.0 came with a MotherIn-Law, which has an automatic pop-up feature he connot turn off. I told him to try installing Mistress 1.0, but he said he heard if you try to run Mistress 1.0 before uninstalling Wife 1.0, Wife 1.0 will delete all of your MSMoney files before uninstalling itself. Then Mistress one will not install anyway because of insufficent resources.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking for advice on how to sort this all out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man and his wife got up for work one morning and the wife said, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Honey, the refrigerator needs fixing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man said, "Do I look like the Maytag repair man?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she said, "The car also needs fixing.""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I look like Mr. Goodwrench?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the man went on to work, and when he finally got home, his wife said, "Oh I got the car and the refrigerator fixed. The man next door fixed them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man said, "Well, how much did he charge?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well," she said, "He said I can either sleep with him or bake him a cake."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Did you bake him a cake?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do I look like Betty Crocker?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-6837442750959944157?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/6837442750959944157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=6837442750959944157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/6837442750959944157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/6837442750959944157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-quizzes-and-such.html' title='Of Quizzes and such'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-5057721423372391356</id><published>2007-03-18T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:40:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>welcome to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;The old one got abit messed up and some bitch/bastard kept posting nonsense on my tagboard so for now i wont be putting a tagboard if anything pls juz email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rebonded my hair. whoopeedoo. Its straight now. Some people say i looked better before but i think now my hair is more managable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from Thailand. Went to Bangkok to visit my godparents uncle Bob and Auntie Sam. Uncle Bob is american and his wife is thai.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post pictures of my trip soon. I cant decide if i should use this address or &lt;a href="http://www.cookmykeys.blogspot.com"&gt;www.cookmykeys.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ? Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CookMyKeys have more ooomph. whereas strawberryhearrts is just Jiwang-ted. CAnt decide really. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-5057721423372391356?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/5057721423372391356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=5057721423372391356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/5057721423372391356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/5057721423372391356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-all.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10082615.post-110543019071557924</id><published>2005-01-11T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:56:30.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My miserable new life</title><content type='html'>my life wasnt like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10082615-110543019071557924?l=strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/feeds/110543019071557924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10082615&amp;postID=110543019071557924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/110543019071557924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10082615/posts/default/110543019071557924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryhearrts.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-miserable-new-life.html' title='My miserable new life'/><author><name>sharlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447745319034509131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
